Sometimes we can feel that, as children, we weren’t seen by our parents or caregivers.
This may have led us to trying hard to fit the mould of what we were required to be.
That is the Grief.
But not being Seen is also what makes us what we are.
It is the grit in our oyster.
That is the Victory.
If you would like a personalised version of this work with colours central to you, I would be delighted to paint it for you.